Poem – Saman

The black silent outline
moves closer as time passes,
time not from here.

The empty sky vibrates
as a thin line emerges
from the horizon’s depths.

I walk into the water folding with the sky
and feel no cold, no pain, no burden
as the golden light seeps into my heart.

Upon the ancient boulders scattered
from the dawn of time
she sits lightly with no words.

I looked down and away
but felt warmth and safety
as the waters continued to rise.

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